tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-63121682011-10-16T14:32:57.077-04:00Poems by Harry Kelberd@venoreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312168.post-1110833058071523202005-03-14T15:43:00.000-05:002005-03-14T15:44:18.073-05:00

Some day--if they have their way--the sun will be a holyand soully-owned subsidiaryof All Power, Unlimited.With franchises and outletsfor sunrises and sunsets.Energy metered by each pulse and twitch,monitored and controlled by a master switch.Capable of blotting out a summer high noonor putting neon lights on the dark side of the moon.Laser beams and death rays ready for usefor wars and

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The septad is a poetic form I created, somewhat similar to the Japanese haiku. It consists of 28 syllables, arranged in seven staggered lines. It can employ rhyme, rhythm, alliteration and assonance. It can compress a range of ideas and emotions into snapshots, establishing quick, intimate contact with the reader. Harry Kelber Reflections in Septads 1. Scars of wars shame losers to fight again.

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